Penelope Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

The Woman in the Bower

Until this Rosamond bewitched his senses, Henry summoned enough discretion to manage trysts in dark corners of a hall retaining the decency to greet [a woman] next morning as if [she .

The streets of Forge Road and Windmill Lane, they're the real gems. I spend my weekends here, takin’ quiet strolls, thinkin’ bout life. Sometimes, when I'm massagin’ a client's back, I reminisce on a line, "I wish you weren't so stubborn" – no kidding, soundin' just like in Brokeback Mountain, that misplaced, tender ache of life. It rumbles in my bones.

SNAPSHOT: Animal Eggstravaganza at Friends of the Rosamond Gifford Zoo